I can tell you it isn’t the typical red, green, blue, yellow, purple, pink, black, or orange.

I can tell you it is definitely different. It isn’t something you describe in one word but rather many.

I can tell you I don’t have just one and that it changes depending on my mood and the kind of day I’m having.

I can tell you that if I had to answer with a simple word, a basic color, I would say purple. For material possessions, gifts, trinkets, paint… Purple.

I can tell you that for all else my favorite color(s) goes deeper than that of when someone is wanting to know because, for example, it’s my birthday and they are trying to pick out the perfect card.

I can tell you my favorite color is the outpouring of thick, warm, amber light that floods the windshield and every exposed surface around me when the setting sun stops and dangles just above the horizon as I drive home from a long day of work.

I can tell you my favorite color is the rush of summery-sweet, strawberry blood running down your chin that gushes out as you sink your teeth into the juicy flesh of the field-fresh fruit.

I can tell you my favorite color is found when you’re submerged under the cool, emerald Carribean as speckles of a bright sunshine peek through the water’s surface.

I can tell you my favorite color is the dazzling variety of amethyst stone so scrumptious to the eyes it would be devoured by mouth if declared edible.

I can tell you of many colors you never knew existed.

I can tell you of a world so amazing, so taken for granted, so marvelous, so vast. A world full of hues and luminosity and blush deserving of lengthy description instead of a single, lazily worded name.

Yes. 4,468. At least, I’m assuming that is the number of times I have attempted to keep a blog running.

Upon trying to uproot my first blog and move it from the Google suburbs to the city of WordPress, I was suddenly struck with the idea of having not one but two different blogs. I would keep the first one where it is and make a completely different writing space altogether. Kind of like having a regular house in one place and a vacation house somewhere else. One is for more serious and long-term use whereas the other is for a change of scenery and a lighter load on my shoulders.

Well… that didn’t work as I became more involved with this one and mercilessly abandoned the other. Whoops. 😦

So this blog is my last and final blog (fingers crossed) fueled by all of the observations of every place I’ve ever been, of the complete strangers I see every day, novel-fitting character sketches I come up with in my head that I keep to myself, color and light that I think only my eyes can see in that moment, creative storylines deep enough to grace a few pages of a book but not enough to make a book as a whole, the constant analyzing and perceiving and endless running that my mind does… All of it. Everything I have kept to myself for so long. The entire archive of art that is my brain.